The walking path Mufasa and I travel every day gives a new meaning to Parade of Roses. Spring has shifted into summer here; the birds sing hallelujah all day, every day. The last of the neighborhood irises are blooming the palest of violet.
Roses in every color… baby girl pink to hot, hot, hot pink to deep, dark red line the walk. Red-tinged yellow roses with giant heads and buds almost as big as my fist… here are just a couple of the varieties we saw today.